Page 83 of Chief's Addiction

Beckett looked down at the papers again, his fingers tracing over the words. When he looked back up, a tear escaped. “This is...” he swallowed hard. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. A real family.”

He lunged forward, wrapping one arm around Mason and the other around me, pulling us into a hug that has my ribs protesting.

I didn’t care. I hugged him back tightly, my heart so full it threatened to burst right out of my chest.

“Yes,” he mumbled against Mason’s shoulder. “I want this more than anything.”

The pavilion exploded with cheers.

Beckett pulled back, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, embarrassed but grinning wide. Mason thumped him on the back, looking pleased and slightly uncomfortable with all the public display of emotion.

Before the excitement could die down, Mason let out a sharp whistle of his own that cut through the noise, bringing everyone to attention.

“There’s one more thing,” he announced, his dark glasses aimed at me.

Shoving a hand into his pocket, he came back out with a black box as he lowered himself down onto one knee.

Holy. Crap.

My hands shook uncontrollably, and everyone around us had gone deathly silent.

“Cora Allen,” he started, his voice sounding deeper all of a sudden. “I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you five years ago. We lost time, time we’ll never get back, but I don’t want to waste another second.” He flipped open the box, revealing a princess cut diamond ring. “You’re the heart of this family we’re building. You’re the one who makes our house a home. You’re the one who makes my dick hard as steel.”

“Mason!” Tears streaming down my face, I threw my head back and laughed. This strong, loyal, fierce man who’d moved heaven and earth to find me and Beckett, who’d shown me through his actions every day just how deeply he love me, was who he was.

“Marry me, Cora.” It wasn’t a question. Not really.

“Yes,” I whispered, then shouted louder, “Yes! I’ll marry you.”

The pavilion boomed with cheers again as Mason slid the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, the big diamond flanked by smaller sapphires that caught the light and threw blue sparks across my skin. It was beautiful.

Mason rose to his feet, pulling me with him. “You’ve made me so fucking happy,” he growled before crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that made my toes curl and my heart soar.

When we broke apart, Mason’s eyes were dark with a hunger I recognized all too well.

My man was feeling frisky.

Without warning, he bent low and scooped me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest.

“Mason!” I shrieked as my arms went around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“Time to fuck my fiancée,” he whispered into my ear.

Heat rushed through my body.

Like a man on a mission, he stomped toward the clubhouse

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Mac shouted from behind us.

I buried my face against Mason’s neck. “Everyone knows what we’re going to do.”

“So.”

I smiled bigger. “You’re crazy.”

“You should have thought about that before you said yes, baby. It’s too late now. You’re stuck with my crazy ass.”

Foxy held the door open for us, grinning wickedly. “Don’t break her, brother. She’s still healing.”

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